Poems by Speranza

by Lady Wilde

VI.

At the breath of its rider the green earth is blasted,
And childhood's frail form droops down pallid, and wasted;
The soft sunny hair falleth dank on the arm
Of the mother, whose love shields no longer from harm.
For strength is scarce left her to weep o'er the dying,
Ere dead by the loved one the mother is lying.